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With a snap, the strap of my bag was ripped apart and I stumbled to the ground.,"Zhang Fatty, I was saving her!" I pressed down on the anger in my chest and growled at Zhang Fatty.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.。